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Chapter 162

An old lady with white hair like a crane is practicing Tai Chi sword.

Foreigners passing by in twos and threes can\'t help gathering around.

Seeing the legendary oriental Tai Chi with their own eyes, the blue-eyed and blonde-haired international friends can\'t help but exclaim in admiration.

They give the old lady a thumbs up, the internationally recognized gesture.

Seeing this, a smile spreads across the old lady\'s face.

She remembers what Dr. Jiang told her yesterday, that the treatment is working well and the tumor is gradually shrinking. On a whim, the old lady decides to show off another set.

Let the foreigners get a taste of China\'s traditional culture.

Not far away on a bench, a man in casual all-black leisure wear sits lazily.

The leafy branches above his head weave shadows and light together.

The mottled light shines on the man\'s profile.

His features are sharp and his brows and eyes strikingly handsome.

Seeing the old lady getting better and better, Qi Mo\'s face shows a relieved expression as he lowers his eyes and draws back his gaze.

His long, slender fingers pull out a phone from his pocket.

As usual every day.

He sends Sheng Mumu an update on the old lady\'s recovery progress.

There is a seven hour time difference between here and Beijing.

He estimates that Sheng Mumu has probably just finished lunch now.

Qi Mo: [Picture]

The message is sent. He waits for a long time but no new messages pop up in the chat.

The man lazily drapes an arm over the back of the bench and turns his head to one side.

In the depths of his eyes a hint of confusion slowly surfaces.

Recently, she doesn\'t seem to be very willing to respond to him.

She always takes a long time to reply to his messages.

When he calls, she also often hangs up after a brief "I\'m busy with something here, let\'s talk later."

Just as he is puzzling over this.

His phone rings.

It\'s Director Dong, reporting on the progress of several ongoing projects at the group.

After finishing the business report, Director Dong suddenly changes the subject and asks:

"By the way Mr. Qi, regarding that matter Madam asked me to investigate a few days ago, should I continue following up on it?"

Director Dong works hard no matter what job he takes on.

Although it was just a simple task of investigating a person, he still upholds his principle of "providing after-sales service to the end."

The Madam\'s orders are the same as Mr. Qi\'s orders.

Asking Mr. Qi now is the same as asking the Madam.

"What matter?" A low voice comes through the receiver.

Director Dong is stunned for a moment, blinking in confusion.

Uh... Could Mr. Qi not know about it?

As the president\'s personal assistant, reporting everything is also a basic responsibility.

So he carefully recounts how the Madam asked him to investigate Song Yue and He Qing.

After listening to Director Dong\'s account, Qi Mo\'s straight brows slightly furrow.

He finally finds a reason for Sheng Mumu\'s cold treatment of him.

To further confirm what he is thinking.

He makes another call.

"Sir—"

The receiver conveys Zhang Housekeeper\'s respectful, sonorous voice.

Qi Mo slowly opens his mouth:

"Did she..."

At the same time, at Xi Yu Yue Ting.

Sheng Mumu has just come out of the villa and is walking to Su Tingran\'s home.

She has been about to burst these past two days.

After working with Su Tingran to deal with that scumbag cheater, she really wants to share this with someone.

Brag a little about her thoughtful plan to help Su Tingran fight for the property.

However, thinking it over, there is no one she can chat freely with about this.

Usually, the first person she would think of is Qi Mo.

But for some reason, this time she hesitated.

Hearing the story of how Su Tingran and Song Yue\'s marriage went from blissful to shattered gave her newly grown lovey-dovey brain a shock, causing it to shrink back halfway.

A vague worry.

Barely starting a romance and already beginning to rely on him, none of it seems like a good sign.

So she grits her teeth and forcefully swallows back the strong urge to share.

Little Qi Shaobai noticed Sheng Mumu\'s abnormal behavior.

Last night when Qi Shaobai returned home from evening self-study, Sheng Mumu was casually leaning on the living room sofa, swinging her legs, watching TV while humming a tune.

Passing by the living room, Qi Shaobai stopped.

He looked at her for a moment, and his eyes suddenly narrowed. "You\'re up to something."

Sheng Mumu blankly turned her head: "?"

Qi Shaobai spoke in a tone as if he had just cracked a case: "These past two days you\'ve had a smug look on your face, like you did something huge."

Sheng Mumu\'s pupils shook.

What? Was she looking smug so obviously?

Noticing her micro-expression, Qi Shaobai pulled out one earbud he had tucked in his ear.

As if proud of his keen observation, he lightly chuckled and lazily said:

"I knew I guessed right. Go on, tell me, what is it?"

Sheng Mumu glanced at him.

This kid has a look on his face like he\'s dying to hear the gossip but is trying hard to pretend he doesn\'t care if you say it or not.

The words that were almost past Sheng Mumu\'s lips were forcibly swallowed back.

After thinking it over, she decided against it.

Messy affairs like a scumbag cheating and wearing a green hat, telling these things to a seventeen-year-old flower of the motherland in his youth probably wasn\'t good.

The corners of Sheng Mumu\'s eyebrows slightly arched as she looked at Qi Shaobai and deliberately asked:

"Little Qi, you\'re very curious and want to know, right?"

"I\'m not curious, whatever, up to you—" Qi Shaobai hadn\'t even finished saying "up to you whether you say it or not" before Sheng Mumu\'s voice cut him off.

"Oh, since you don\'t care then I won\'t say."

Sheng Mumu shrugged, her expression calm:

"After all, you don\'t care."

Qi Shaobai: "!???"

Wait...she\'s not following the script!

Sheng Mumu leisurely leaned back into the sofa again and lightly said:

"Go back to your room and study, high schooler."

"...Fine." Qi Shaobai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his curiosity, and turned back to his room.

And so, Sheng Mumu still hadn\'t found anyone to tell the words bottled up in her heart to.

Not until noon today.

While eating lunch, she heard Zhang Housekeeper muttering to himself nearby:

"It looks like there might be a divorce next door at the Songs\', sigh."

As soon as Sheng Mumu heard this, she immediately put down her chopsticks. "Zhang Housekeeper, who did you hear that from?"

Zhang Housekeeper waved his hand. "Madam, I\'m just guessing randomly, didn\'t hear it from anyone."

Sheng Mumu looked at him doubtfully, eyebrows raised: "???"

Could he really guess that accurately? She didn\'t believe it.

Zhang Housekeeper quickly explained: "Yesterday morning I ran into Mrs. Song on the road. She looked refreshed and was all smiles, like she was a different person. That\'s why I randomly speculated and blindly guessed."

Sheng Mumu suddenly became interested. "Go on, tell me more."

Zhang Housekeeper was stunned for a few seconds before honestly opening his mouth:

"Based on my life experience, the kind of relaxed and liberated expression on Mrs. Song\'s face usually only appears on people who have shaken off a burden."

Zhang Housekeeper lowered his voice a little and continued explaining his thought process:

"But what burdens could Mrs. Song have? None other than Mr. Song who\'s rarely home."

"I boldly guessed that shaking off a burden equals shaking off Mr. Song."

"From that I concluded that there is likely trouble in the Song marriage."

"Moreover, I thought through various possibilities and figured there\'s an 80% chance Mr. Song had an affair..."

Sheng Mumu looked at him with an "you\'re so amazing" expression and couldn\'t help but pay her respects with folded hands:

"Zhang Housekeeper, it\'s such a waste for you to just be a housekeeper!"

Zhang Housekeeper bashfully waved his hand and chuckled:

"No no, just random guessing, just random guessing."

Sheng Mumu finally couldn\'t hold it in anymore.

She lightly sighed and her expression was profound:

"Well, since you\'ve already guessed it pretty much spot on, let me tell you about that scumbag Su Tingran\'s glorious deeds."

Zhang Housekeeper\'s eyes widened in surprise as he listened to Sheng Mumu embellish and dramatize the tale.